it was one of those magical days, the kind that are gifts from the universe and come oh-so rarely to those of us living in the north. the kind of day that our children (assuming the pundits are right about the cost of living on the earth and it’s effects) won’t understand.
the kind of day that inspires you to go swimming in october and dry off in the sunshine afterwards. the magical sunshine that appears briefly and only as you exit the embrace of the cool but welcoming lake.
a day, in short, made for lovers.
we were, after much delicious food and good company, in need of some outside time. outside is particularly important when you’re at the cottage because somehow you must treasure each breath of non-smoggy air. each whiff of turning leaves and oncoming winter and freshly turned earth teases your nostrils with the awareness that soon only snow and city will be there.
“you really are in love with water” he asked after a tale of childhood ebullience and i nodded. “perhaps we should go swimming after all, and even if we don’t you’ll look hot in your bikini.”
“win win” i laughed and we danced indoors to change our clothing. i emerged shortly in a purely canadian outfit. giant fuzzy sweatshirt over bikini and paired with flip flops. his was funnier still but i will allow him some privacy.
we tiptoed into the lake, each step filled with the chill of the lake and the evil breeze that had just sprung up to flit across the water. it raised goose bumps on our exposed flesh and caused us to mightily regret our hubris upon entering the cool water.
persevere we did until eventually i gave in and dived. dived into the wonderful coolth that cradled me in its buoyancy and swam like the water baby i will always be. swam and played and enjoyed his admiration as i revisited my second home.
water and i have a deal. i don’t mess with it and it doesn’t mess with me. yes, this actually works.
eventually, as always happens, it got a little too cold to stay and we emerged. the lake was nigh deserted and i delighted myself by removing my top almost instantly (it has foam that stays wet and that water was NOT warm.)
“let’s dry off in the sun before we go inside” says he and though i look around some to be sure that really no one is around to admire my goose pimpled breasts i comply and we sit on some wonderfully sun-baked rocks to lap up the unseasonable fall warmth.
he frowns at his dripping shorts and in one smooth move drops them to the ground and sits back beside me. as always when i see him naked i cannot help but touch him, convenient since my skin evokes an answering response in his hands.
conversation falters and then fades entirely as other senses take over. our hands, cool but fiery, stroke and explore as breath slows and deepens in our chests.
nipples, crinkled from the cold of the lake, harden still more at the touch of wandering fingers and warm tongues. our mouths meet and stop, breath stilling as we pause to enjoy the scent of the other and the flutter of our lips together.
he stirs, manhood rising to meet me as i cannot but resist kissing it in greeting. such beautiful skin it’s a wonder i can ever put my hands anywhere else.
my mouth opens and i find myself, in full view of the universe and everyone, groaning over his growing cock as his breath quickens and he reaches for my bikini bottom.
i hesitate, shy of this last barrier on this lake shore that is not entirely deserted and then, with a shrug, lift my bottom to allow him to remove the sopping garment.
his wandering fingers find my centre and stroke me to gasping in one fluid move as i return my head to nestle between his legs. fortunately i’m flexible and he has continued access to my throbbing core.
the putt-putt of a motor enters my ears and i look up to see a small boat passing by, our hands cover each other and we wave gaily at the small family going by and laugh as we wonder what, if anything, they see.
we return almost instantly to our previous positions and i moan gently as he grows to fill my waiting mouth and reach around to hold his shaft as i tease and play with the head of him. his breath catches as i stroke my tongue along him and my own lips before i sink down to envelop him in my hungry mouth.
i taste him on the edge of my tongue, those few drops that his body is willing to share with mine and reach up to kiss him and share the taste of him. he smiles and places a wet finger in my mouth to do the same.
we play like this, alternately teasing and arousing each other until the breeze freshens. freshens such that it is no longer pleasant to be naked in the fall in canada and we laugh and gather our soggy clothing and our aroused selves and wander back into the house.
and then? some scant time later?
